I recently perused several beauty magazines and blogs and noticed a pattern. The latest trend in makeup are thick, dark eyebrows. Bold is in. Every woman wants to have eyebrows like Cara Delevingne or Lily Collins and why not, the thick eyebrows do make the person look a few years younger. However, this trend is a big draw back for those who have thin eyebrows due to over plucking or who naturally have thin and faint-colored brow hair. Many fashion gurus have come up with so many solutions for women with thin eyebrows that one can get overwhelmed.
Many prefer using either pencil or powder as they are easy for application. Both have their own pros and cons. Pencils tend have a waxy texture to it (for ones that last, try Sumita Products). Care should be taken to apply pencil in short and soft strokes else you might end up getting a severe and unnatural look to your brows. Pencil is also preferred by those with dry skin as well as those with overly plucked eyebrows. Pencils allow for a more defined look and makes the brow hair stay in its place for a much longer time. Also once applied, one need not bother much about a touch up. It is also easier to carry and cheaper compared to eyebrow powder.
I strongly recommend that you utilize a pencil due to the ease, cost and creativity one can experiment with. Happy Brow Pencil shopping!
My mom has been one of the biggest influences in my life. Whenever I wish to embark on a new venture or have an idea, I like to discuss it with her. While she always listens, she also manages to give me some insight that I had not considered . It’s funny how patient she has been with my energy. So much so, that I often wonder if that is how she was when she was my age. Her home is the only place where I can go argue with her passionately and then a few hours later, break bread with her laughing and enjoy our time together.
When I think about it, my mom was far ahead of her time in terms of being an entrepreneur. 25 years ago, she began Ziba Beauty’s journey with her last paycheck. She had just been laid off. Instead of panicking, she took a leap of faith and began a small 900 square foot salon doing something that she had been passionate about since she was a young girl.
What amazes me is that my sister and I joined her unquestioningly because mom seemed to know that we had a great idea. At the time, not many had heard about the Art of Threading. What made us even more unique was my mom’s refusal to just be an owner. Instead, she was the receptionist, henna artist, threader as well as the office manager.
Watching her do all these roles inspired me to do always do more than one role, and not be content being successful only at one area. It is to my mom that I credit my passion and love for all things beauty. So today on her birthday, I just wish to say to her “I love you and also thank you.”
Our independence day has come and gone, yet I still have the glow of gratitude for what an amazing holiday it was. I love how we celebrate the 4th of July. It is a time of fireworks, family gatherings, appreciation of those who have or are serving. I also hope that many take a moment to reflect on the fact that we live in a country that celebrates independence fearlessly. I still hear the random pops of fireworks, and I smile at the excitement they create inside me.
As someone who experienced Independence Day in a different country when young, I am struck with some of our similarities. India is the largest democracy in the world and hosts a great mix of ethnicities, religions and beliefs inside its borders. The main difference to me is the focus put on freedom. It is not just about freedom to do what we please, but the right not to as well. We focus not on just the majority’s view but alone the minority to have the right not to follow that view.
Too often, I catch myself getting involved in just the fireworks of daily life, but then come certain days like the 4th of July which remind that there are those who have fought for me right to just enjoy freedom. And that is the most freeing thought ever.
Last week, I ran into an old friend who was getting her eyebrows threaded at Ziba Beauty. When I say old friend, I mean from twenty years ago, and surprisingly she looked exactly as I remembered her. When I asked her why she didn’t call me, she said she just assumed I was out town (which has been the case lately). She thought Just seeing her instantly brought back warm memories of the younger me when I was not married, and just a brash woman who was out to prove the world wrong.
My friend and I took different paths, but those few hours over a cup of tea and then later on dinner reminded me all over again why we had been such good friends. Sure,the distance had the communication difficult but a chance encounter reignited our friendship. I truly believe that are no chance encounters. Those moments always have something to either teach you or remind you of what life can be. Seeing my friend allowed me to experience our rich history, and how much we missed each other. We both saw our outer older selves, but inside we were still the girls when we first met.